The Muppet Christmas Carol Page #5

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Oh. Yeah.

I wondered about the texture.

- Let's play "Yes and No."

- A wonderful game!

- Oh. Yes!

- Ah! That's a great game! I'll be it.

Yes. Let Fred be it.

He always thinks of good things.

I do have a good one. Clara.

Guess!

- Is it vegetable?

- No.

- Mineral?

- No.

- Animal. Then?

- What else?

- What else. Indeed!

- Is it found on a farm?

- Never.

- In the city?

- Usually.

- Does it pull a hansom cab?

- Certainly not!

How about a dog?

- No.

- A cat?

- A cat?

- I said it first.

No.

Wait. Then.

Is this an unwanted creature?

- Often.

- A mouse.

- No.

- A rat.

- You called?

- A cockroach.

- No.

- A leech.

- Oh. Dear. It's too wonderful.

- Wait! Wait! I know!

An unwanted creature.

but not a rat. A leech or cockroach.

- Then what?

- Then what?

- What?

- It's Ebenezer Scrooge!

- Yes!

Wonderful!

- Yes!

- That's a good one!

- That's a killer!

Come.

There's much to see.

No more.

I wish to see no more.

Here.

Why have we come to

this odd corner of the town?

It's Christmas here. Too. You know.

That's Bob Cratchit's house.

Perhaps it was the spirit's

own generous nature...

and his sympathy

for all poor men...

that led them straight to the home

of Scrooge's faithful clerk.

Goose!

They're cookin' goose down there!

- Rizzo. Get out of the way!

- Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey!

Don't be sweeping the chimney now.

You're blockin' the smell!

This is Bob Cratchit's house?

- How do you know that?

- You just told me.

Well. I'm usually trustworthy.

- Who's that?

- Mrs Cratchit. Of course!

Peter. Do not stop turning that spit.

That is the whole secret

of a properly roasted goose.

It smells so good. Mother.

It does. Doesn't it?

Oh. That smells wonderful!

Oh. Good grief!

Hey. I'm stuck.

Get me outta here.

I knew you weren't

suited for literature.

At least I landed

on something soft.

And hot!

Hot! Hot! Hot! Hot! Hot!

Mother. Mother. Mother! I thought

you said we couldn't eat the chestnuts...

until Father and Tiny Tim get home.

l-l-I wasn't eating them.

I was... I was merely checking them

to see if they were not burnt.

It's a chef's thing. Dear.

And do not shout. Betina.

- I'm Belinda!

- I'm Betina!

Of course you are. Betina.

- Belinda!

- Whatever.

- Hmmph!

- Hmmph!

'Tis the season

to bejolly and joyous

Fa la la

With a burst of pleasure

we feel it arrive

Fa la la

It's a season when

the saints can employ us

Fa la la

To spread the news about peace

and to keep love alive

- Come on. Son.

- Yeah.

Let's go see

if Christmas dinner is ready yet.

- Oh. Yeah.

- Yes.

Careful.

Merry Christmas. Everyone.

Daddy!

Merry Christmas. Girls.

Merry Christmas. Peter.

- Merry Christmas.

- Children. Children. Children!

Now... Now it's time to set the table.

Go ahead.

Wait for me!

- Merry Christmas. Emily.

- Merry Christmas. Cratchie.

- Emmie!

- Hmm?

I fell down the chimney and landed

on a flaming hot goose.

You have all the fun.

What?

Oh. Peter!

The Christmas dinner!

The goose!

The goose!

Oh. No. No. Now. Son. Son.

now you've gotten too excited.

You go sit in your chair a moment.

Okay. Rest. Rest a moment.

- How was he at church?

- As good as gold and better.

He told me that he hoped the people

saw him in church because...

it might be pleasant for them

to remember upon Christmas Day...

who made lame beggars walk

and blind men see.

A remarkable child!

And with that. The Cratchits

came to what was surely...

the happiest single moment

in all the livelong year.

- Such a meagre feast.

- But very much appreciated.

I pay Bob such a small amount.

- Mr Scrooge!

- Bob!

Bob Cratchit!

It only seems right that I should

lift a glass to my employer.

I give you Mr Scrooge.

the founder of the feast.

- The founder of the feast. Indeed!

- Hmmph!

If I had him here. I would give him

a piece of my mind to feast upon.

And I bet he would

choke on it. Hmm!

- Choke!

- Choke!

- My dear!

The... The children!

Christmas Day!

Well. I suppose that

on the blessed day of Christmas...

one must drink to the health

of. Uh. Mr Scrooge.

- Even though he is odious. Stingy...

- Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

- Wicked and unfeeling...

- Mm-hmm! Mm-hmm!

and badly dressed...

- And...

- To the founder of the feast. Mr Scrooge!

To Mr Scrooge.

He'll be very merry and happy

this day. I have no doubt.

- No doubt.

- Cheers!

God bless us. Every one!

Life is full of sweet surprises

Every day's a gift

The sun comes up

and I can feel it

Lift my spirit

Fills me up with laughter

Fills me up with song

I look into the eyes of love

And know that I belong

Bless us all

Who gather here

The loving family I hold dear

No place on earth

Compares with home

And every path will bring me back

from where I roam

Bless us all

That as we live

We always comfort and forgive

We have so much

That we can share

With those in need

we see around us everywhere

Let us always love each other

Lead us to the light

Let us hear the voice of reason

Singing in the night

Let us run from anger

And catch us when we fall

Teach us in our dreams

And please, yes, please

Bless us one and all

Bless us all

With playful years

With noisy games and joyful tears

We reach for you

And we stand tall

And in our prayers and dreams

we ask you bless us all

We reach for you

And we stand tall

And in our prayers and dreams

We ask you bless us all

Let's all take our seats now.

Let's have dinner.

Spirit. Tell me if

Tiny Tim will live.

That is the future.

My realm is the present.

However. Ah. I see a vacant seat

by the chimney corner...

and a crutch

without an owner.

If these shadows

remain unaltered...

I believe the child will die.

What then? If he's going to die.

he had better do it...

and decrease

the surplus population.

Oh. Spirit.

As the Cratchit family

vanished into the darkness...

Scrooge kept his eyes

upon Tiny Tim until the last.

Come. My time grows short.

- Spirit. Do you grow old?

- I do.

Are spirits' lives so short?

My time upon this globe is very brief.

I believe it will end

upon the stroke of 12.00.

Uh! One.

Now? But. Spirit. I have

learned so much from you.

- Three.

- Nothing Scrooge could do or say

could stop the relentless march...

- Four.

- Of those terrible bells.

- Five.

Oh. Spirit. Do not leave me.

I think I must. In fact.

You have meant so much to me.

You have changed me.

And now I leave you with the Ghost

of Christmas Yet to Come.

You mean the future?

- Must I?

- Go forth and know him better. Man!

Ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho!

Ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho!

Am I in the presence...

of the Ghost of Christmas

Yet to Come?

Spirit. I fear you more...

than any spectre I have yet met.

Oh. This is too scary. I don't think

I want to see any more.

Oh. When you're right.

you're right.

You're on your own. Folks.

We'll meet you at the finale.

- Yeah. Oh!

- Ah!

I am prepared to follow

and to learn...

with a thankful heart.

Will you not speak to me?

Oh. Yes. Yes.

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